The men were to follow him, without approaching, to a certain point of his journey, then would close about him and his attendants, who would be inferior in number, and carry them, with the Gothic maiden, back to Rome.

At the sight Marcian drew rein, and for a moment sat in his saddle with bent head, suffering strangely.

Sagaris came up to his side, regarded him with anxious eye, and asked whether the heat of the sun's rays incommoded him; whereupon he made a negative sign and rode on.
He tried to laugh.

Had he forgotten the subtlety of his plot for deceiving Pelagius?
To have made known to the deacon where Veranilda really was, would have been a grave fault in strategy.

These armed horsemen imagined that a two days' journey lay before them, whereas the place of Veranildas imprisonment would be reached this evening.